Poetry
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Suffer what makes mePitiable to seeThe lacking fulfillment too awfulTo believe. Rows of teethMake me,The face that catches the breathOf many seas. I still rock wavesWithin me,Still mock myself to be savedFrom this journey. Love unites me,Indeed to frighten me,The places I have scattered sanctityBehind me. A curse I rowTo an anchoring shore,To save the…
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Loosened laceStretched about you,As the ropes for your Heavenly form,Turned sideways for my eyes,As grace shifts for this weary worldOf ours,Where teardrops set themselvesAgainst the rug. You appear,With eyes of a glanceTo hover upon rose to a faceSo wondrous, in expression,Entranced, to the danceOf yourself, in the skipOf God’s heart. A bodyMoving with arrangementOf all…
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I wantWhere waters neverCover you,To be the plainest vesselAfloat for my journeyTo see you set,To keep you keptIn arms, that nourish you,For eyes, that remember youIn a mind that translates you. Facing waves,Hovering upon glancesThat never look to your direction,Forever.Waves of mercyThat eventually recede,Upon the deck, atop you,As I am before the helm to steer…
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Swim back,My dear,Swim backTo arms that will not releaseYou, to the wind.Your eyes, a blanket of misery,Despondent in every color,Cloaked by leaves that tempt youOver to feel the fading light. Dream forward,My love,Dream forwardTo scenery that keeps you warm,Towards a place that never hurls youThe sentenced scorn.Keep your eyes openOn the pathways to Heaven,As love…
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Hold a rowOf shells, to your throatWhile the wings within HeavenCall a bird down to us.We are one step from the otherOn this lasting voyage,Through moons that turns their faces,From stars that spill their heatTo the other end of Earth. I am released, now,Hidden, now,With watching gazeTo the delicacy in your every move,Where winds pick…
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Favor yourself,The deepest sleepHas settled yourselfUpon sheets,As beauty tempts you backTo see the winds across your cheeksLet free from my mouth,Still of taste to your tears. You drown, here,In oceans wide, and fragrantWith the scents of your grace,As IAm stalled hereIn the breath of your taking face,By captivation to seal all wounds,As love never again…
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Let us twist,In arms, together and apart,Like hearts that cannot weepWithout remembranceTo moments where circlesBecome the spheres to whichWe find the otherHalf-way upon the ocean. As vinesWith decay to each fallen apple,With remnants in the shattered earth,Of hearts to the broken streamsLeaked free from eyes,Kissing all the farewells to entrancesOf love with roses in arms.…
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Can you countRoadblocks in the sand?The sea has weathered itself,By each triumph we have beckonedWith hands held outTo catch fallen droplets,With the noose about our necksLocking temptation in place. For we may speakWithout uttering words.Of our eyes,To our emitted stare,We fold the other in armsWide as the ocean returns words,As the sky notices how we…
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Hold what leaves,The precious denialYou’ve been keeping,Like roses attached to thorns,With your kindness, too longIn the many places it standsTo keep the earth,Sodden fresh. With little care to desert yourself,You come wholeTo the arrows that lick your neck,To the faces that guide your trekDown the dirt-roads that never moistenedPast where each loyalty departs,As the roses…
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Your face remains idle,As not a tear moreCrosses your ruined eyes,For your placeBy my sideHas been the collapsing waveFor what we could not save. Place your lips, runningAcross the smears to eachOf those tapered fingers.You have feltEnough to die from,In the blackness that recedesTo a heart that bleeds. Cruelty finds moreOf you, over any song…
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To count the stars,We are forever,In arms wide as the seaCan scrawl a deep shapeOf us two,As we burn through our ownImage. We raisePorcelain atop ebony,Discovering light in the eclipse,Finding words where can be noneIn the surrender of a void,To the entrance of eternity. My love,How the world has clungTo the deep-blue watersAnd ever-grey skies,Holding…
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Great numbersTo your fallen debris,Masking the entire blueOcean in your heart.Concealed by the rose petalsHeld in your hands,Over your chestWhere memories are mere seedsTo sprout a futureNone have seen. Something remains,Something always remainsIn a heart, quieted by stones,Hushed by a fate beneathA sea of dirt,Above where you hurt. Oh, love,How quickly you have feltThe many…
Modern Romanticism 